Listening to others having conversations was nice.

Well, it was only nice when that conversation included you and nobody else. It was soothing. Nice. Got rid of all the other voices in his stupid head.

The voices were never nice. They were always in the way, pulling him into dark corners of his past and life. He hated it. Nikto hated it all. Yet more he hated when people knew what he looked like or wanted to know personal things about him.

Always ignoring them and making then change the subject with a harsh gaze. Nobody knew his actual age, nobody knew about his past, Nobody knew what he looked like, Nobody knew about the voices.

That's why Nikto never spoke but listened more. But you, it had never seemed to have bothered you.

Ever since Nikto had met you, you never questioned him about anything. You never asked him about his face, past. Nothing. That why he enjoyed your presence more than the others. Surprisingly enough too, your voice and when you talked to him, the voices in his head never came in the way. As if you were magic for him and the solution to his problem.

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A new day and a new way to listen to you. Most the times he'd let you simply talk, ramble, laugh and all that whilst he just looked at you with cold eyes listening and today was no different.

Both of you sat in the main Kitchen across from one another. As you rambled, Nikto carefully peeled an Orange for you. Listening too as you spoke. Putting the peels of the orange in one bowl, whilst taking apart the orange and putting it in a separate bowl.

When done, he slid the bowl to you and rested his arms on the table, his blue eyes looking right at your own eyes. He always made eye contact. It was just for concentration.

"Don't stop talking, пожалуйста." Nikto muttered when you stopped talking for a second. Wanting you to keep talking and keep the voices out of his head.